"You poor dear," Julie murmured. "I wonder how you stood it, with everyone saying such awful things about you when you really hadn't done anything at all."
Together, they left the court and started down the walk toward the convertible.
As they left the city and started into the country, Marc pulled the car over to the side of the highway and gave his attention to the drama of the brilliant sunset.
"Well," he sighed, "there it goes, the first day of spring."
"Thank heavens," Julie said. "Now we can relax and enjoy it."
But there was still a question nagging at the back of Marc's mind.
"I was just thinking, dear," he said, "about your birthday...."
"Birthday!" Julie said. "But that's months away yet!"
"But, still," Marc said, "I was wondering what you'd like for a gift. I thought maybe some nice pink lace underwear...."
"Pink lace underwear!" Julie said. She began to laugh.